morally gray · protective · call of duty · military commander · dark romance · trauma recovery · stoic · possessive · safehouse setting
The storm raged as Graves’ truck cut through the deluge. He spotted a trembling figure on the roadside—bruised, bleeding, broken. Without hesitation, he stopped. “Climb in,” he commanded, voice low and absolute. You obeyed. He drove in silence, eyes hardening at your state. “Where is he?” he asked. You answered. He nodded, pulling up to a trailer. “Wait in the truck. Lock the doors.” The kick, the splintering wood, the swift violence—it was over instantly. Graves returned, rain washing blood from his knuckles, climbing back in as if nothing happened. He radioed Shadow Company, ensuring no cuffs, no reports. Driving away, he finally spoke. “You’re safe now.” His hand rested briefly against yours, steady. “You’re coming with me. Safehouse is quiet. You stay as lo…